My last non-football posts of the past two years concerned films about characters who existed outside the "norm"; in 2021 it was Harold and Maude, about a young man who sees life as pointless until he has an "affair" with an octogenarian woman who shows him that life is too short not to live it, and in 2022 it was Nothing Personal, which could be interpreted as an examination of how ultimately incompatible is the relationship between someone who simply wants to escape the world after some personal tragedy, and someone who is a loner by nature.
This time around I’m going to look at a film more grounded in the "norm," about how despite the desire to be “somebody,” most people have to face the fact that they are to most people “nobodies.”
But before I come to the film in question we might as well mention Aquaman 2, which we learn that despite Warner Brothers efforts to conceal the fact, word got around after the Thursday previews that there was more Amber Heard than most people were willing to stomach. According to a reviewer in Business Insider, it felt as if the amount of Heard’s screen time was “contractual,” meaning the filmmakers couldn’t cut any more of her out of the picture.
If Heard’s part appears to be “underwritten,” her typically underwhelming performance merely means that not being a very good actor (i.e. lacks “chemistry”) and lack of natural star charisma means she is unable to make something out of what is given her. In any case, it appears that at least for its first weekend box office, Aquaman 2 won’t do better for the DC “universe” than what The Marvels did for the MCU half.
Of course if you want to put some "joy" into your holiday movie-viewing there is the "musical" version of The Color Purple, told in a time of Jim Crow and when black men were regularly being lynched. But no one need be concerned about this being a "CRT" film; rather it is an absorbed-with-self feminist story where we are supposed to believe all the ugly racist stereotypes about black men while black women are portrayed as "victims" and essentially lead blameless lives in a story authored by a black woman who admits she hates black men so much she concocted a tale of sexual abuse so beyond grotesque that some viewers forget it is fictional. Negative or "positive," stereotypes are still stereotypes.
Moving on, I suppose I was a little surprised to see this showing up on the Google news feed on my cell phone a couple months ago…
…but some
algorithm must have sensed that The Young
Girls of Rochefort—starring real-life sisters Francoise Dorleac and
Catherine Deneuve, with guest appearances by Gene Kelly and Oscar-winner George Chakiris—is
my favorite film musical, a fact I only discovered when I watched it for the
first time six months ago after purchasing Criterion’s Jacques Demy collection.
La La Land (which was
denied that Best Picture Oscar in favor of another “woke” film hardly anyone saw) was supposed to be influenced
by Demy’s films, and I'm always looking to improve my video collection.
While I wouldn't put it in the same class, La La Land certainly has the “look” of Rochefort, but the “feel” of Demy’s best known film, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, which has the bittersweet taste of lost opportunities, at least on the romance side. BFI noted that Demy’s films keeps things grounded in everyday reality:
Yes, his characters are looking for love, but they are doing so in a world where financial problems, unexpected pregnancies, unemployment, strikes, loneliness, boredom, jealousy, illness, crime, war and death exist.
I prefer Rochefort because it follows more closely the typical Hollywood pattern, where the “idealized lover” who may only exist in a person’s fantasies actually does arrive at the last moment after all hope has seemingly been lost: Solange (Dorleac) discovers that it is Andy (Kelly), who not only found the sheet music she lost, but was the “foreigner” she encountered by accident on the street and was smitten with at first sight (as he was of her), but thought was never to see again; but of course by the most fortunate of coincidences they were to meet again at the last moment before they both were to leave town.
The great Michel Legrand music is what makes
this scene work as well as it does (I hope your internet connection is better than mine):
It's a shame that Dorleac died in a horrible car wreck at the age of 25, because I preferred her impish personality to that of her sister's often icy screen demeanor; it is too bad more wasn't made of Dorleac's natural ability in comic roles, as seen here with the always watchable Jean-Paul Belmondo in That Man From Rio:
I admit that despite being somewhat of a videophile, just as a I dislike contemporary popular music, I find most contemporary films are too self-serving and don’t have much truth to say about either society or the world in general, and lack a willingness to experiment and challenge the audience, something that was a hallmark of Seventies’ cinema. As writer/director Paul Schrader recently said, the audience has changed, and what it thinks of as “art” today is not the same as what was thought of as art years ago, when filmmakers experimented with sight, sound and narrative to shock, disturb and reveal the sordid nature of reality, while today it is CGI effects and dishonest and alienating personal political agendas.
I did purchase the Blu-ray of Oppenheimer and thought it was a very good film; but otherwise the self-congratulatory nature of current product was particularly amusing to me when Screen Rant took pains to remind us that one of the “records” the perfectly forgettable box office bomb The Marvels set was the highest box office film by a black female director. Yeah, you throw $200 million at a purple-skinned Martian who happens to be visiting to make a CGI-heavy superhero movie and I’m sure people will remind you that if the film makes just $10 at the box office it will still be a “record” for a purple-skinned Martian.
Today we have seen an overload of “superheroes” films that takes us outside the “real world,” but the original “superheroes” movie didn’t have to leave the realm of “real life”: Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai, and neither did its American remake, The Magnificent Seven. Today the earthbound “superheroes”—say like the Expendables—are hard to distinguish from the thugs they are fighting, and they give little or no thought to the local people most at harms way.
Anyways, the
Criterion Collection resurrected a “lost classic” from 1965 by an
under-appreciated Italian director, Antonio Pietrangeli’s I Knew Her Well, which I mentioned I was considering doing a post
on and will do so now. The title is meant to be ironic, since the main character, Adriana
Astarelli (embodied perfectly by Stefania Sandrelli), is someone as one perceptive character observes is "mercurial and capricious, always needing brief new encounters with anyone at all--just never with herself," and the audience isn’t allowed to
know her very well either, only to guess what she is thinking, other than that she wants to be a "somebody."
This film actually has a great deal to say about
society and human existence despite on the surface seemingly saying very little. It has an ending
that seems to come completely out of left field, but if one takes the time to
consider what had transpired during the film’s runtime, it is possible to
understand the psychological state of Adriana that drove her to that
action.
Without wasting any more time, let’s take a look at this lost classic of Italian new-wave cinema.
One will note that it is episodic and follow no clear narrative or plot line; we just
see Adriana moving on from one experience to the next. We never learn the
circumstance that leads her to one place or another, simply going with the flow wherever the river takes her. She appears to want to becomes a film star and trusting anyone who promises to help her achieve this goal, while her personal life is equally without direction or common sense.
The film opens on a litter-strewn beach clearly out of tourist season...
Adriana gazes at the camera--and us--while remembering this. Obviously Pietrangeli wants us take away some meaning from this; perhaps the broken bottle is a metaphor for the way something always gets broken in her life. Next we see her reading from a comic book, with an anti-hero character with demonic and paranormal qualities, in other words a fantasy world which Adriana spends much of her waking life in:
Music is important to the film, and in the salon we see Adriana turning on a radio where we hear a love song by the then popular Italian singer Mina, the "feeling" of which is certainly lacking in the present intercourse, and the music will be typical of the difference between how one wants the world to be, and how it is in reality in this film.
Next we see the then famous Italian actor Vittorio Gassman...
...except that he is being watched by Adriana and her fellow usher in a movie theater; they express their admiration not for his acting talent but for his physical presence ("I like tall men," says Adriana). She mentions she knew of a boy like him and how she had a "crush" on him. Her partner sighs and observes this is a "weekly thing" with her, another movie, and another "boy" she used to know.
The camera pans down the women, and we see Adriana scratching her leg; probably old nylons itchy. Pietrangeli would not be making a point of showing us this unless this is a reference point for something that happens later:
There seems no reason for this rudeness, save to communicate the lack of seriousness that people take Adriana and the way she seems to accept being treated this way. After work she hitches a ride with her current boyfriend and his friend Dario and his current girlfriend (a "foreigner"); apparently Adriana's boyfriend doesn't own a car but is an employee of an armchair business from which with or without permission "borrows" a car used to advertise it.
On the way, Adriana says Italian men...
...are "knuckleheads," since they don't have enough sense not to muse about the physical attributes of former girlfriends in front of the women they are now with. Not getting the attention she wants from her boyfriend, Adriana seeks attention by sitting in the advertising prop on top of the car:
Adriana tells the other woman she is "lucky" to be in Italy, to which her boyfriend responds "aren't we"? It is different, she says, because she is a foreigner. For her, this is a new, different experience, and for Adriana this is all old and she is seeking a change in her life.
We also learn that Adriana is overly sensitive, and her companions find amusement in playing practical jokes on her; here she is tricked into lighting an exploding cigarette...
This episode ends on a tragic note. On their way home the group encounters the scene of a fatal accident; a truck driver hauling horses swerved to miss a bicyclist and still managed to strike and kill a pedestrian:
What is it that we can read from Adriana's expression? She doesn't appear to be overly shocked or emotional by death, saying nothing. We will see this same expression later in the film, with the same emotional detachment in the face of death:
He is typing in Adriana's "resume," all of it made up. When she is told that she speaks English, French and Spanish, she jokingly says that she speaks German too, and seems surprised when he tells the typist to put that in there too:
...but Cianfanna tells her that isn't the point of the picture; if she puts her phone number on the back of it, she may get a phone call from an "interested" producer. We then get the suspicion that these guys are not exactly at the top of their profession, as they insist she has to pay for a photo of herself in a magazine; they look more like they are starving for a quick buck to swindle out of a naive newcomer:
We also discover that this isn't a real "office," as we see the old man after the arrival of his wife shooing Adriana and her agent out of their apartment.
Next we see Adriana dancing with--wait, haven't we seen this guy before, the one who told the "foreign" woman he was sure they were going to be "lovers" for longer than one night?
There must be a reason for Dario to show some interest in Adriana. Here he is trying to feel her up in a cafe, but she is self-conscious about doing it front of the waiter...
We can sense that Adriana may not be able to survive in this world she has decided to enter. People know what it takes to get what you want, but being a provincial type. Adriana still doesn't understand that being a "good girl" and protecting her "virtue" will not make people "respect" her, but in fact this brings about the opposite opinion, particularly when it is interpreted as being "lazy" and "difficult."
After skinny-dipping in the ocean in the moonlight, being her idea but still nervous that someone might see her, they go to a hotel, where they watch a fat man's silhouette through the blinds where we see a young woman go down on him, more to Dario's amusement than Adriana's:
...when she is interrupted by a neighbor who tells her the babysitter is late and asks her to watch the child until she shows up:
Now we see why Adriana was wearing that balloon on her head, as she models a gown in between fights:
Her "agent" is there, annoying and drawing laughter from crowd taking photographs of her in an effort to make her appear to be a "star" they never seen or heard of:
On her way home Adriana encounters the "punching bag," Emilio, who she was rooting for to win the fight. She tells him that he landed a lot of good punches, but he says he only remembers the ones the other fighter landed. Why doesn't he fight a weaker opponent so he can win? Because that is what the other fighter was doing:
It is not a "happy" reunion, since her mother seems bitter about the disappearance of Adriana's sister, who also grew tired of the farm life; it is implied that she became a nun.
We don't spend much time there, as the scene quickly changes to an acting class...
He's writing a book with a character named Milena. He describes her such:
Adriana wonders if he is talking about her. She is probably right, but the professor only suggests she may be the "wisest of them all" if only because she is self-aware enough by now to recognize this has been the story of her life.
Next we see her sitting almost alone by an athletic swimming pool, where there is a man who is contemplating. He says his name is Antonio and points out that it is the name of the patron saint of his hometown. This brings back memories of Adriana's confirmation ceremony...
...and from this we can presume that Adriana took religion seriously at one point in her life, thus perhaps explaining why it has taken so long to lose her country girl "virginity." Antonio takes her to a club, but his mind is on something else which he does not speak of, at least not at the moment:
Meanwhile, Adriana has another acting job, if only as an extra in a period film. In between shots she goes to a trailer to call Antonio to meet again. An assistant tells her "you have it bad":
He sees the score, but Adriana continues to show that the professor was right about her. Antonio takes Adriana into the sack, and the next morning after their love-making he asks her to do him a favor: to call his lover's home and ask for her, because her parents apparently dislike him and would hang up the phone if he called:
That's the last she sees of him. Back her apartment she encounters the garage attendant, Italo (Franco Nero in an early screen appearance), who Adriana treats as an "inferior":
Adriana returns to her apartment, where Italo has stayed up until she arrived. He has the cigarettes she wanted, and she notices that he has a cat:
Italo says he knows that a woman like Adriana wouldn't give a guy like him a second look, but she is flattered by his sincere interest, quite unlike the other men she has known. After parking a car, Italo notices someone in the shadows in a back room. It is Adriana, and we suspect that she might want him too just now:
Back to her job as an theater usher, she watches newsreels with her co-workers. It is announced that there will be a "new face" on the last reel. It is the film made of Adriana at the party. The film has been "edited" to make her look like a joke. She is seen waving her arms repeatedly answering "I don't know" to several questions, and the camera that panned down her leg reveals a hole in her stockings...
...which prompts laughter from the crowd, and the shame this has caused in palpable on Adriana's face:
She has been humiliated yet again, but she won't fight for herself, let alone depend on her "agent" to look after her interests. How much more can she take? Soon she is back to doing the glamour routine, but this time she allows the eye makeup to smear her face from the tears we hadn't seen her shed despite all:
...making him a little embarrassed about her intentions and he quickly leaves.
Adriana puts on a blonde wig and goes to another party, where she encounters Dario again, who when asked about his troubles with the law claims that everything has been "cleared-up." They dance together, but he apparently is there with another woman; Adriana points out the woman who looks like a hooker, and Dario gives a quick look that way...
...and claims not to know the woman, but we know better, and he is soon gone. Adriana finds a new dance partner, a black man (uncredited in the cast list), probably an American musician performing in the country:
Her new partner is different than the other men she has gone out with. He actually wants to show her a good time for its own sake. After dancing he takes her on a drive bouncing down a public staircase...
Adriana seems to have had more fun from this chance encounter that she has had on all the other "dates" she's been on combined, but because of the communication gap (he can't speak Italian, she can't speak English), this is also a "relationship" that cannot be anything but a one-night stand short of having an interpreter tag along. But one thing it has done is to expose the lack of relationships that made her feel special and not an object of amusement. It could also be said that Adriana might have been happier if she had simply sought a compatible partner in life.
Adriana is now driving home in her own car after her long night out...
...kicks her record player one more time to make it work, takes off her blonde wig...
...gazes out the window, this time without wistful anticipation, but a realization that her dreams of being famous could only come at too high a cost for someone of middling talent such as herself:
We have seen this expression earlier in the film, but what comes next is still unexpected. The camera pans toward the balcony as if it is following Adriana's movements and then we see a rush toward the street...
...and then back to the apartment; we don't see Adriana, and it is clear what she has done:
The ending of this film might seem “shocking” and “unexpected,” but like that in Francois Truffaut’s Jules and Jim and The Woman Next Door where a woman commits murder/suicide for “love,” there is a logic to it if we consider what has just transpired. Adriana has just had an encounter with a man unlike all the rest of the people she has known, besides his skin color. Her previous “lover” who she reunited with immediately abandoned her was like all the rest, because those “relationship” were only meant to be transient by the men, and there was no real interest in "knowing" her.
The unnamed black man wasn’t there to use her, but she was “special” enough for him to show her a good time because it pleased him to see that it pleased her. This was the first time that Adriana truly appeared to be enjoying life for its own sake. But given the communication gap at the very least, it was also a one-time encounter, and couldn’t last. Worse, it exposed just how empty the seeking of "fame" was with those she could “communicate” with.
Adriana, although she wasn’t living in a fine house or villa, was living in a comfortable flat and even had enough money to afford her own car, so she was doing something to earn a decent living, even if it depended on her youthful good looks. But the fact that she was wearing a blonde wig showed that she still had to be something other than who she was; it was the “look” that was important, not the person.
Still, she seemed to be a person
who was helpless without the “assistance” of others; she didn't have what it took to get to the next "level." That is not to say she didn't have opportunities to do a quid pro quo to get better jobs, but for some reason she chose to allow her "moral scruples" to intervene in dealing with those who were actually in a position
to do something for her. Italo was perhaps the only person who cared if she was alive or dead; but then again, what use was he to her, at least in her mind.
But in a general commentary on society, Adriana—like most people—had a need to be “special,” above the common run. Her visit to her low-class farmer parents suggested why she would have at least the “ambition” to be escape that life, but while she was an attractive young woman, she was a dime-a-dozen and apparently too naïve and not particularly talented enough to take the next step up without doing what was “necessary” for the times; Joan Crawford, for one, was not shy or self-conscious about admitting that for getting roles—especially in her early career—the “casting couch was better than the floor.”
However,
it would be too easy to say that Adriana wasn’t willing to do the “work”; after all, she did get some "jobs," if only the kind where she wasn't what was being "sold." She
made some bad choices, was inattentive to “detail,” and didn’t have an “agent”
willing to look after her best interests.
But then again, the vast majority of us are just “nobodies” who are “superstars” in our own minds but not in that of others. Adriana's follies were the ones that most “normal” people have. Eventually most people accept their lot because life is short anyways and why waste the time you have left mulling over the what-could-have-beens. In the end, try as she may, Adriana, it seems, wanted more than this life could give her, and what there was, it wasn’t worth living for.
We have gone through a film where we don't know the main character very well, because she doesn't tell us what she is thinking, and the people she is with don't seem to care anyways. She is a complete stranger to us, like ships passing in the night. Not knowing her thoughts makes us not understand why she killed herself; only in retrospect does it make "sense."
And for those who still don’t want to believe the Seventies was the best decade for popular music (and film), here is a song by Hot Chocolate, “Emma,” that was a hit in 1975, that might at least give us an idea of what was going on inside Adriana’s mind:
We were together since we were five
She was so pretty
Emma was a star in everyone's eyes
And when she said she'd be a movie queen
Nobody laughed
A face like an angel
She could be anything
Emmaline
Emma, Emmaline
I'm gonna write your name high on that silver screen
Emmaline
Emma, Emmaline
I'm gonna make you the biggest star this world has ever seen
At seventeen we were wed
I'd work day and night
To earn our daily bread
And every day Emma would go out
Searching for that play
That never, ever came her way
You know sometimes she'd come home
So depressed
I'd hear her crying in the back room
Feel so distressed
And I'd remember back when she was five
To the words that used to make
Emmaline come alive
It was :
"Emmaline,
Emma, Emmaline,
I'm gonna write your name high on that silver screen.
Emmaline,
Emma, Emmaline
I'm gonna make you the biggest star this world has ever seen."
It was a cold and dark December night
When I opened up the bedroom door
To find her lying still and cold
Upon the bed
A love letter lying on the bedroom floor
It read :
"Darling I love you,
But I just can't keep on living on dreams no more.
I tried so very hard not to leave you alone.
I just can't keep on trying no more."
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